when i started listening to diana ross it was born, like a brand new love affair, it was as if this black girl in the 1960's new exactly what i was going through in the present time, it was enlightening, and it was of course the perfect company. my father unknowingly handed down a few supremes records to me, and after a random opportunity to play them over a PA speaker, and shake my ass off, i quickly fell in love. i purchased a new pair of headphones, and i took ever opportunity that i was given to walk through campus and bump these guys. there was a prefect quality to the bass, there was of course a perfect quality to the singing, and our hearts collided. before this point i lacked the ability to distinguish between a beautiful, a lovely, and the ever unbearable nails on a blackboard voice. not all women have good voices, not all women can hold a note, and not all women can flaunt there stuff with such vinegar, she is immaculate, and she is one of the few pop singers from the 60's that deserves recognition, not all girl singers are equal, and when they are a dime a dozen, it is most important to make the distinction.
no need to medel with distractions, its more important than ever not to pussy foot around, beat down the confusion, and join the rest of us, over on this side, i give to you more hits by the supremes:
changes, ive never been good with change. i hate it when it all stays the same.
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